She sits at the computer desk, tip-tapping away at the keyboard. Diligently looking at the screen instead of down at her fingers as they try to find the right keys. He would be so proud to see her typing and not looking.

He wouldn't be home for another few hours so she was trying to get more written on one of her stories. He would proof it for her after dinner and fix and spelling or grammar mistakes for her. She always hated doing that part. She ran her fingers through her messily bundled hair, a stress movement, she always scratched like that when she couldn't get the wording quite right. She took a sip from the bottle of water she kept nearby on the desk and as she tilted her head back she saw a flash, and the bite of cold steel as it pressed against her throat. Choking on the water and trying to scream the bottle of water fall and splashes on the carpeting.

"Don't move, Don't scream." The throaty voice sounded just next to her ear and she whimpered and cringed away from the mouth, the mans tongue flicking lightly at her earlobe. She nodded her head slightly trying to back off from the knife, he pressed it tighter to her, "I want you to stand, slowly, and face the wall to your right. The mirrors behind you at the moment will tell me if you try to look at me. You will not like the consequences if you try that. Understand," It was said as more of a statement than a question but she responded just as she should.

"Fuck you asshole!" It was said shakily and her attempt to struggle away was made as whole heartedly as it could have been. Maybe it was the fear riding her that made her this inept, she had taken self-defense she should be able to take this guy down. He slammed her face down into the computer desk, ripping the chair away from her he leaned over her. His erection pressed against her ass, he was hot hard, and very definately enjoying himself.

"You should have listened bitch!" He bit the words off as he forced her face into the desk, the wood rubbing against her cheek her body held there with only one hand, she tried to raise herself up, and he slammed her back down. "Now, you'll have to pay the piper darlin'" She could tell he was smiling, it was in his voice. Gravely and demanding, thats how she would describe it. He was a man who knew what he wanted and he wasn't used to disappointment. He pressed a piece of black cloth to the side of her face, just by her eyes, and shewhimpered softly. She really didn't think she would like her eye sight hampered by anything. He tied it around her face, covering her stormy eyes. It was a pity, he thought, they were so pretty when the darkened in anger or fright.

He gripped her arms, fingers bruising her ivory flesh and he shoved her out of her writing room and towards the stairs, her pushed her up them making her stumble, and crack her toes on the wooden boards, when she cried out all he did was curse and push her up them faster. When he had her in the bedroom he pushed her down on to the bed, it had a head board and no footboard, in a matter of a minute he had both her arms tied to the head board. She struggled long and hard for a few moments, but he slapped her a few times and she quieted, her body shivering and trembling as tears leaked down her cheeks.

His palm showed clearly on her left cheek, and his hand still stung a little from the force of the slap.

He grinned softly and pressed his hand against her throat starting to cut off her air supply, as his other hand moved down to cup her through her pajama pants. he smirked, you must really like it rough baby...you're all wet and *He looked down and grinned as her hips ground up into his fingers, almost begging him to rub back. He removed his hand, leaning down breathing hot air over her neck, and sinking his teeth into her flesh, hard, bruising but not quite drawing blood.

She bucked wildly under him half screaming and half moaning as he sucked the bitten area, soothing it a bit. He took the knife he had carried in his pocket up the stairs, and used it to slice away the pajamas. He scratched the steel lightly over her belly and she whimpered as it cut a thin ribbon of flesh open just above her belly button. He grinned at her and then frowned as the phone rang.

"Bloody Hell." He answered "Hello?" His voice softer and kinder. "Yes, Mum we're home, Dinner? Well, I suppose we could make it....what time? 6:30?" He paused a moment to look at her lying on the bed. "That's only a half an hour from now Mum. i don't kn-...oh...well yes if it's that important we'll be there, you'll have to give us a few minutes to dress though, don't expect us much before 6:40 ok? Love you too. Yes Mum, oh all right! Mum says Hello hon,"

"Hello Mrs. G!" She called from the bed. After he hung up, she asked "Do you think she knows when were doing this? It's the third time she's interrupted us doing this!" He snickered.

"We'll just have to try again later pet. I'm sure you won't mind all that much," She smiled under the blindfold.

"Yeah, you just have to surprise me better next time."Widening her grin as she heard his moment of stunned surprise.

"You weren't-"

"Not in the slightest,"

"How did you-?"

"My little secret," She couldn't let him know all of her little secrets, even if he was her Master. It would ruin half the fun.

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